FINALLY! A NEW motorcycle movie!
However, I believe it's only in limited release
right now....showing only in artsy little venues around
the country. It looks pretty darn good, from the clips I've
seen. I'm gonna get the Bikers in my area to buy tickets at
our little art house theatre in Palm Springs....maybe build an
event around it.
I especially liked the clip showing him
approaching an oncoming Nevada Highway Patrol unit at
150-160 mph, and talking himself out of the
ticket/impound.
And for those of you who miss the old
days when people kept to themselves, you can see the beginning of
safetycrat-ism when Munro tries to pass inspection for
Bonneville, I think in 1962 or so...this wonderful exchange
almost brings a tear to my eye......
INSPECTORS: You know these don't
look like high speed tires.
MUNRO: Well, they ARE high speed tires.
INSPECTORS: Look at these hairline
cracks, these tires gotta be 25 years old. What happened to
the tread?
MUNRO: Oh, I cut it off..that's what
happened to the tread....I cut it off with a carving knife,
otherwise it wouldn't be a high speed tire, would it?
INSPECTORS: What are you talking about?
MUNRO: Well you gotta keep the weight
down, don't ya, son? Otherwise when you get up to a high
speed, the centrifugal force would throw the tread right off,
wouldn't it? I run 'em at 65 pounds of air, and that tire is
safe up to 300 miles an hour. I guarantee it. These ARE high
speed tires, and I made 'em.
INSPECTORS: Well, you're gonna hafta
replace 'em. The suspension here is a leaf spring, I
mean, can we pass this? Gees, last leaf springs on a
motorcycle must have been in the 1920's.
MUNRO: Well it is 42 years old.
INSPECTORS: These brakes, they're completely
inadequate.
MUNRO: Well, I'm planning on going, not
stopping.
INSPECTORS: Well if the brakes were old
fashioned forty years ago...is, is this a hinge off a
fence post?
MUNRO: Yeah that's from an old kitchen
door.
INSPECTORS: What is this?
MUNRO: It's a cork, what does it
look like? It's a cork from a brandy bottle. Yeah the thing
is...it's all about weight. The less weight, the faster you
go.
INSPECTORS: Where's your chute? Where's
your parachute.
MUNRO: Oh, I'm not planning on
bailing out.
INSPECTORS: You gotta have a safety
chute.
MUNRO: Well, I can't afford one.
INSPECTORS: These forks, if they give
out we've got ourselves a real problem.
MUNRO: Well I think I'd have a bit of a
problem that way, wouldn't I?
INSPECTORS: Where's your fire suit?
MUNRO: Good heavens, man, I don't intend
to burst into flames, I always wear my old suit pants for
good luck, if they were good enough to get married in, they're
good enough to ride this old girl in. And uh, I just tuck the
legs from my pants into my socks like this and keep
INSPECTORS: What are you gonna wear on
top?
MUNRO: Yes, black woolen shirt..New
Zealand wool, water resistant, fire resistant and me
"BASH HAT". (crash helmet)
INSPECTORS: You're crazy, you gotta wear
at least a leather jacket on top, you put the bike down on the
salt, it's like course sand paper, it'll rub your head
right off.
MUNRO: What's your name, young man?
INSPECTORS: McFarland, Mike, Mike
McFarland.
MUNRO: Yeah, I knew a McFarland, he used
to sell milking machines in Timaroo, you must be related to
him, because he was a total p$%&k!
INSPECTORS: Sir, your machine is not
safe.
MUNRO: I've been doin' this for 43
years, and I'm still here to tell the tale.
INSPECTORS: Well you know, times
change, we started taking airplanes instead of riding
horseback. You're too old.
MUNRO: Bollocks, I may have this saggy
skin on the outside, but inside I'm still 18 years old.
I'll give YOU a run for your money, young fella.
